Leisure

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

William Henry Davies, 1871-1940

nice poet and what a nice timing when i encounter it..

true enough..i dont even have time to stop and think what to eat today but i can just digg in the fridge and reach what ever i food is there..

the deadline is here..the exams are around the corner..

shall i stop to pause and rest for a while?

shall i take a break and reflect of what ever i did hours before..

or shall i just pause to take an empty glare outside the window..

in the end,

i shall just sigh cause thats all i can do..

stopping is something i could never think of as time is running while i'm still walking..